Yonaas

In a post-apocalyptic world ravaged by war with demonic forces, civilization as it once existed is all but gone. 

In its place, a new order had emerged, with humans developing magical abilities as each generation passed.

 To ensure the survival of their species, society had been divided into Circles, with each member guaranteed a specific job once they reached the age of eighteen.


Xylon Sinclair was an orphan with a limited affinity for magic, and he had been reincarnated as a punishment for his past deeds.

 In a former life, he was Zephyr, a powerful demon who served the mighty Balthyrov, the Lord of Demons, until he became a perceived threat. 
He got killed mercilessly and got forced to reincarnate as a fragile human being as a punishment. 


Upon reaching the age of eighteen, Xylon was told that he will become a Soul Keeper, a role that he knew nothing about. Despite his confusion, he had no choice but to accept this position. 


However, rather than following the status quo, Xylon experimented with the system, using his formal knowledge about the demon realm to resurrect demons from thousands of years ago.


 What had started as a mere curiosity soon turned into an obsession for Xylon. 


He was fascinated by the power that he could wield by bringing the ancient demons back from the dead. 

It was as if he had discovered a new realm of possibilities that he had never imagined before.

And then, he started to dream bigger...

Xylon Sinclair wanted to rule over both realms, human and demon realm...


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p.s: the cover is  purely mine , and it is made solely for this webnovel,  it shows Zephyr.
Well, i don't allow anyone to use it, it is purely made for "i farm demons" .

+ all the art you see in the comments is original and purely made for this book.


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I Farm Demons : Unholy Necromancer In the Apocalypse

Undeterred by Xylon's attempt to establish control, Iclyn decided to elevate the seductive tension with even more finesse.

With a sly smile, she reclined on the bed, gracefully propping herself up on her elbows.

The silky fabric of her dress cascaded over her figure, accentuating every curve with a beguiling allure.

The play of shadows and the flickering firelight embellished the contours of her form, creating an intricate dance of light and shadow.

Her eyes, locked onto Xylon's, held a mischievous sparkle—a playful defiance that stirred within their depths.

In this silent exchange, the unspoken challenge lingered in the air, amplifying the charged atmosphere between captor and captive.

Iclyn, ensnared in the unyielding grip of Xylon, transformed the confines of her captivity into a canvas of desire.

She is stronger than all of them (r 18)